THE YORKSHIREMAN

April 2026. Bradford. I miss Richard Coldwell. A funny, intelligent, opinionated man, he would have had interesting things to say about pork pies and pub opening times. He’d have had an opinion on cafes like the Dales Cottage putting their entire menus on blackboards along the wall, too. I’d been putting off a trip to… Continue reading THE YORKSHIREMAN

SALFORD BRIDGE

April 2026. Salford. Greater Manchester’s pubs complete, I headed back to Wigan Wallgate, ignoring the lure of the Bass in the Swan & Railway, and joining a group of bewildered young women on a train heading to Todmorden via Victoria. “Where’s Todmorden ?“ “Never heard of it !“ “Somewhere near Blackburn ?“ What do they… Continue reading SALFORD BRIDGE

SLOW TOURISM IN SKELTON-IN-CLEVELAND

April 2026. Skelton-in-Cleveland. North Yorkshire. By noon last Friday I’d clocked up 16k of steps, almost enough to wipe out a third Thursday night’s crispy beef calories, and I still had 3 hours to waste away before my straggler of a GBG “pub” opened. So let’s explore Skelton (pop. 6,535, similar to Waterbeach), one of… Continue reading SLOW TOURISM IN SKELTON-IN-CLEVELAND